Demented, grotesque, psychotic, and assaulting. Those are all words I would use to describe Steve Ellison’s (Flying Lotus) experimental, anti-art film “Kuso”. Through a series of nightmarish vignettes, this movie attacks all of your senses and leaves you feeling like you just went on a very dark, very sexual (but not sexy) acid trip. Although, once the credits roll, one might feel like what Flying Lotus has created is less of a movie than it is a subversive art piece.

I actually almost chose not to write a review on “Kuso”. Usually when I skip writing a review on a movie, it’s because I didn’t have any reaction to it, good or bad. That is certainly not the case here. “Kuso” had me feeling a lot of things, it’s just hard to opine on something that (like art) is so subjective and equally shocking. There is no plot, no character development, no real goal aside from increasing the gross-out level to the point of exhaustion. Truly, this is one of those movies that people will brag about making it all the way through. It repeatedly dares you to look away, and for some strange reason you can’t.

In that respect, “Kuso” succeeds at what it was seemingly intended to do. It socks, it repulses, and it leaves its victims with sickening images in their heads… ones that will probably reside there for a long, long time. See it if you dare, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.